In my country garden, underneath the mountain With dead-nettles growing all around the door Early every morning the sun comes up the mountain Setting in the sea in the evening once more.

Take some water from the brook Wondering who it was that took the stones from the mountain to build the cottage here Two up and two down, miles from the nearest town I wonder who it was but the reason why is clear

Take a bunch of nettles, add a little water Drawn from the stream running outside the door Leave it for a month or two, bottle it and drink the brew Watch the suns go down in the sea once more.

Take some wood to build a fire Could you really get much higher than standing in the doorway with a glass of nettle wine My lady beside me, the mountain behind me Before me the sea and the red skyline.